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Jul 2023
I long for sleep
to bring me at the very least
A few hours of
Solace
Silence
A moment To
Slip out of the shackles
The shackles
That is
My mind
Yet
Like anything I seek
It does not return the need
Hunger
Despair
Forever grasping
Eyes closed
Darkness enveloped
Yet there is no solace
Yes
Silence
But the
Crippling kind
A silence that is so heavy within my mind
The weight I can not bear
Iā€™m sick of feeling such hunger and despair
Written by
OD
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         Richard Shepherd, Kim, --- and OD
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